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I don’t let her recover. Flipping her boneless body and quickly pulling my throbbing cock out, I thrust into her. She moans, clenching her muscles around me, forcing a groan from deep within my chest.

I smack her ass in response, and she cries out. She folds her body in half so fucking perfectly. I’m so deep. My balls slap against her clit from this angle, and my breath escapes me as the little minx reaches between her legs, and her fingers latch onto my sac. Rolling them between her fingers, I can hardly focus on fucking her into the mattress with the grip she has on me. I slap her ass again.

The little shit giggles. Bending over her, I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her back flush with my chest. Releasing the back of her neck and wrapping my arm around her chest, I hold her to me with a firm grip on her throat. She moans, and I can feel it travel all the way down my arm. “You little minx.”

I’m way too worked up for this to last too much longer. I’ve been hard as a rock since her little stunt earlier, and I finally have her in my hands. Reaching around her front with my other hand, I find her swollen clit and rub gently, swallowing her moans.

“I need you to come for me again, baby,” I say against her lips. “Can you do that for me?”

She shakes her head, her eyes pleading with me. “It’s t-too much, Nathan. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you will.”

I slow down my thrusts, matching the speed of my fingers at her clit, and smile in satisfaction as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Come on, baby.”

“I c-can’t,” she whines.

“You can and you will,” I thrust hard while squeezing her throat firmly, and her resolve breaks. She shakes in my arms, and her pussy squeezes the hell out of my cock as her entire body stiffens, pulling my own release right with hers.

“Fuck!” I shout as her body falls limp in my arms, and I thrust once more, holding her tightly in my arms until both of our orgasms start to fade. “Fuck, I love you.”

She slurs her response, but hearing her return the sentiment is like music to my fucking ears.

Kourtney’s the drunk one right now, but as I clean us both up and tuck her into bed, it's like I’m the drunk one as I stumble around in a post-orgasm stupor. I end up smashing my shin against the wooden bed frame and curse out loud. She doesn’t even budge as I climb in behind her and tuck her into my chest. Part of me hopes Kourtney forgets that I admitted that I watch her. I don’t want it to freak her out in the light of day. Drunk Kourtney might be turned on by the idea, but daytime Kourtney may feel differently.

Closing my eyes, I run my hands along her velvety skin one last time before allowing sleep to take me under.

Chapter 26

Tiny

Leaving Kourtney’s warm bed this morning just about killed me. After the shitty day that followed, I should’ve listened to the little voice in the back of my head that told me to just ignore the world for the day and devour her over and over again instead.

I shake two Tylenol into my hand and swallow them dry. Who convinced me that being the boss was a good idea?

Oh yeah, my damn self.

One of the kidnapping cases one of my guys has been working on has come to a bust. Lead after lead he followed, and still, nothing. The parents are losing hope, and I don’t blame them. The husband and wife sat in my office for hours this afternoon, her cries of frustration and absolute heartbreak tore at every single heartstring I have. These situations are never what we want to happen, but the reality of it is, it happens. Still, that doesn't make it any easier when it does.

Going through the stack of mail, I separate the junk from what’s actually important when I can feel the presence of someone watching me.

Turning my head slightly to the hall, I find Evie looking at me from the other side of the kitchen.

Rubbing my palms across my face, I let out a sigh. “What’s up, Ev? I’m being honest, I have a bitch of a headache, and it’s been a rough day. I really don’t want to hear whatever shit you have to say about my ol’ lady right now.”

Evie’s ballet flats scuff against the kitchen floor as she takes the long way around the counter to not pass me and climbs into the chair across from me. “That’s not what I want, Nathan.”

I meet her nervous eyes and nod. “Then what’s up?”

She looks down towards her lap, where no doubt she’s worrying her fingers together as she starts to speak, but then hesitates on what to say.

“You alright?”

Her reddened eyes meet mine, and I can tell immediately that she’s about to cry. It isn’t even the lip quiver that gives it away.

“I’m so sorry, Nathan,” her voice breaks on a sob. With her elbows on the counter now, she buries her face into her hands, and her shoulders shake with every sniffle and hiccup of breath.

Forcing out a frustrated breath, I round the counter towards her. No matter how damn mad I am that she could treat Kourtney the way she did, she’s still my aunt. I still don’t want to see her cry.

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